YET

1.
Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet
Was baith born in one bower;
Laid baith their hearts on one lady,
The less was their honour.

2.
Chiel Wyet and Lord Ingram
Was baith born in one hall;
Laid baith their hearts on one lady,
The worse did them befall.

3.
Lord Ingram woo'd her Lady Maisery
From father and from mother;
Lord Ingram woo'd her Lady Maisery
From sister and from brother.

4.
Lord Ingram woo'd her Lady Maisery
With leave of a' her kin;
And every one gave full consent,
But she said no to him.

5.
Lord Ingram woo'd her Lady Maisery
Into her father's ha';
Chiel Wyet woo'd her Lady Maisery
Amang the sheets so sma'.

6.
Now it fell out upon a day
She was dressing her head,
That ben did come her father dear,
Wearing the gold so red.

7.
He said, 'Get up now, Lady Maisery,
Put on your wedding gown;
For Lord Ingram he will be here,
Your wedding must be done.'

8.
'I'd rather be Chiel Wyet's wife,
The white fish for to sell,
Before I were Lord Ingram's wife,
To wear the silk so well.

9.
'I'd rather be Chiel Wyet's wife,
With him to beg my bread,
Before I were Lord Ingram's wife,
To wear the gold so red.

10.
'Where will I get a bonny boy,
Will win gold to his fee,
And will run unto Chiel Wyet's,
With this letter from me?'

11.
'O here I am, the boy,' says one,
'Will win gold to my fee,
And carry away any letter
To Chiel Wyet from thee.'

12.
And when he found the bridges broke
He bent his bow and swam;
And when he found the grass growing,
He hastened and he ran.

13.
And when he came to Chiel Wyet's castle,
He did not knock nor call,
But set his bent bow to his breast,
And lightly leaped the wall;
And ere the porter open'd the gate,
The boy was in the hall.

14.
The first line he looked on,
A grieved man was he;
The next line he looked on,
A tear blinded his ee:
Says, 'I wonder what ails my one brother,
He'll not let my love be!

15.
'But I'll send to my brother's bridal--
The bacon shall be mine--
Full four and twenty buck and roe,
And ten tun of the wine;
And bid my love be blythe and glad,
And I will follow syne.'

16.
There was not a groom about that castle,
But got a gown of green,
And all was blythe, and all was glad,